A doctor, scientist, (and torture specialist that once worked under and with the Flying Dragons); he is someone of significant standing within both the scientific world and the underworld. Bao-Wei once owned a small clinic in Chinatown that catered to those unable to go to a traditional clinic for whatever reason. These days, his world is much bigger, his purpose more disastrous, and his life ever-changing like the direction of the wind, for better or for worse. For the most part, worse.

portrayed by
Sammo Hung

Not every childhood has to be heavenly or horrible, and in the event of Cong Bao-Wei it rang true. Born in Baoding, a city in the Hebei province in northeastern China, his younger years were neither good nor bad in particular; his parents got by, and as their son grew older, so did he. Though Baoding was a place where he knew he had a home, as a teenager Bao-Wei felt that almost instinctual urge to spread his metaphorical wings and leave the nest, even despite his father's insistence that he stay where he was. Over time, however, his father receded on his wishes and helped to send Bao-Wei on his way to Beijing. In Beijing, Bao-Wei was only able to spend two years with one of his mother's uncles before he had to sign for service with the government and move into the military. For the first few years, he was with the ground forces and intelligence partisans, until he signed in to be an army surgeon at the age of twenty-three. He spent two more years in that position before he was able to be separated under the terms of his conscription. The main reason for his separation there was so that he could pursue schooling within science fields without being completely dependent on the assistance of the Army.

At first, he did search for schooling within the country, but it soon became apparent that he needed to open his wings further and move across the Pacific. At the age of twenty-six, Bao-Wei came to New York City; he came as a young man, bent on becoming educated, and at first he was very successful. 'Doctor Cong' sounded like bells in his ears. Though he was able to get entrance into Colombia University, by the time that his first four years inside of the Physicians and Surgeons College were over, it was obvious to the University that he did not fit. Bao-Wei was a good student and could turn into a brilliant doctor- but his morals, methods of which he worked and the ideas that he possessed were not ones that the school could afford to be in bed with. And so, much to his frustration, he was told to leave. To him, it was not the best route for that time in his life; as for what the world had in store, it would be the perfect moment for him to be swayed.

Even by the age of thirty, he was not able to find a university to take him again; the unfortunate events with one bled into all of the others. There was, however, someone that took an interest in him. The Flying Dragons saw his expertise in medicine a few different ways, but most of all they did take notes of his methodology. They needed someone with this manner of knowledge for what they were newly planning for a certain enemy of the triad. A swift bagging later, Bao-Wei was brought in front of the Flying Dragons with a proposal: to work for them as a private physician. In actuality, this included not only patching up and taking care of members, but also applying his skills in medicine and science where they could be used to further agendas. In few words, a master of torture. He knew the exact physical measure of a man, and with the right continuous training he would also be able to know him by the measure of his mind as well and not to mention become a businessman for the Flying Dragons. In the end, Bao-Wei would get what he had always wanted. An education, and a place in which to practice without being exorcised for his graying morals and methods that made him out to seem like a Mad Scientist.

Thus commenced Cong Bao-Wei's life as a triad; they paid for more schooling, gave him his own facilities, and in time, even asked him to tutor some of the offspring of his superiors. It is through this road that he first met Liu and Song Ye personally. They were no older than ten, respectively, and from that point onward, Bao-Wei was their teacher. Not only did he teach them science and math apt to his field, he found it naturally easy to also teach them a full cirriculum. When he could not, he was substituted- but the doctor always returned to teach them. Perhaps it is this that has made his bond to the Flying Dragons stand the test of time; even through the downfall of some of their rings in the nineties, and the bomb and subsequent leadership changes more recently, Bao-Wei has remained as a solid, unwavering wall in the background. Though he began at a lower place, after death of Kim Yeoh in particular he began to hold more power and more sway, regardless of the fact that he was not by title one of the Triad businessmen and often took upon their tasks anyway. Time will tell what direction he is taken; his lifelong connections to those at the throne are not to be forgotten, nor is his own place in the pyramid.

After taking a significant risk and experimenting on himself with an insufficiently tested version of his Formula, doctor Bao-Wei Cong began to manifest a horrifying transformational ability that he has no power to stop. Like most other elemental mimicry powers, Bao-Wei's ability allows him to transform himself from a biological form into something wholly elemental in nature. However, unlike a proper evolved ability, Bao-Wei's power does not behave as he wills it to. His ice mimicry is a slow and gradual transformation instead of an immediate one, and a transition that he cannot stop and is wracked with excruciating pain from. Imagine if Abigail Beauchamp's ability caused her to slowly burn alive from the inside out, turning her form an ordinary woman through to a smoldering body and melting flesh and then out to living flame that she can never revert back from. This is what Bao-Wei Cong is experiencing, but far, far colder.

The ability begins as a dramatic drop in body temperature to a point of near hypothermia. Over the course of several days, Bao-Wei's skin coloration begins to change, taking on the pallor of a corpse with blue lips and pale flesh. Within a week's time frost has begun to accumulate on the outside of Bao-Wei's skin as ice crystals form inside of his muscles causing bouts of fitful agony. His breath at this point is exuded as a frozen vapor.

Over time, Bao-Wei's body begins to freeze. "Scales" of ice begin forming on top of and beneath his flesh, breaking through the skin after blackening the area nearby like severe frostbite. His core temperature continues to drop beyond levels that a human should not be able to survive, and Bao-Wei is constantly struck with a sensation of being cold, unable to warm up.

Eventually, his entire body is replaced by a "living ice" much in the way Allen Rickham becomes a man of living metal. Bao-Wei's ice form is not perfect or complete, portions of blackened and frost-bitten flesh are still visible, and his body is constantly freezing, sloughing off pieces and re-freezing new sections of himself. Bao-Wei's ice form is not particularly resistant to blows, but constantly regenerates by freezing moisture in the air to reconstitute itself, though it is a very gradual process unless in proximity to a body of sizable water. As such, damage dealt to Bao-Wei's icy form is largely ignored as he lacks pain sensory perceptions and internal organs to damage. He can reconstitute destroyed or lost limbs by appropriating the missing volume of his destroyed parts with water.

Additionally, Bao-Wei can control ice that is connected to his body by a factor of five times his own mass. As such, were Bao-Wei to fall into a pond, he could emerge five times his normal size, encrusted in scales of ice. He could reach into a faucet and freeze five times his mass in water through the pipes, or touch a river and freeze a bridge across. Bao-Wei's external temperature on the surface of his body is -220 degrees Fahrenheit, comparable to that of liquid nitrogen and is capable of freezing most matter he comes into contact with. Dense materials freeze slowly (like concrete or iron) and less dense materials like a hollow tennis ball or human flesh freeze faster.

As such Bao-Wei structurally damages things that he is in prolonged contact with by the time he has reached the final stage of his transformation, including the ground under his feet. Air surrounding Bao-Wei is freezing cold and he exudes an area of chill that is -100 degrees Fahrenheit within five feet of himself, -50 degrees within ten feet and so on. Wind speed and direction can extend his chill away from his body. If he wills it, Bao-Wei is capable of creating the effect of diamond dust around himself in a windy environment.

Bao-Wei in this form is extremely vulnerable to melting and dissolution. As he can reconstitute parts of himself from moisture in the air it takes a dry prolonged heat to melt him. But effects such as a pyrokinetic's flame, molten steel (hi terminator 2, hi!) Abby's ability, a burning building and the like could kill him. If Bao-Wei is exposed to prolonged heat and flame to which he melts away entirely, he perishes. However, in his frozen form if a large enough portion of his body remains, he will be able to refreeze and reconstitute himself over time.

He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man. - Samuel Johnson

Science and technology have reached a point where the means are finally catching up with imagination- the only thing preventing us from doing true, visionary work, are moral based restrictions. - Fringe; episode 6, The Cure

Only those who risk going to far, find out how far they can go. - Walter Bishop; Fringe

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Description

Metahuman: See Gallery Below

Human: Standing at an average and well-postured 5'10", he may be a regular sight if he were not built much like a sumo wrestler. Coming to over 300 pounds, the Chinese man has an imposing figure already; his upper torso and arms would not be out of place on a gorilla, and though the hefty stomach over his belt makes him significantly round, with strong hands and muscle underneath that layer, it is obvious that he could throw his weight around and cause about as much damage as a bull in a china shop. With darker toned, mostly bare skin, eyebrows with peaked edges, a ridged nose, and a wide mouth and jaw he can appear somewhat beastlike; but as with many wild things, he also carries an air of nobility that significantly makes him less frightening. In that heavy-set face, there is an obvious abnormality; heterochromia has made his right eye a normal brown, but the other is a honey-hazel color. Other than this, the most distinguishing things about his face are his slight widow's peak, strip of white in his black hair, and off-and-on facial hair, often a goatee or thin moustache when appropriate. He wears silver-rimmed, half-moon glasses, and they help make his patient gait and rumbling voice less intimidating and more studious; he usually wears slacks and button-shirts, if not suits or labcoats. On his back and shoulders he has a large tattoo of a pot-bellied Chinese dragon; it is actually made of many smaller tattoos, to make the dragon form. On his right forearm is an elaborate black ink tattoo of a Fu Dog.

Social Circle

In her curiosity, Bella reminded Cong of himself at the beginning, in terms of drive; in her manner, however, she is her own. In that he hopes to wean her free of the constraints she seems to have put onto herself because of society. He found her to be a good student, of sorts, while he was working with her. On paper she was a technical superior, though in action and in results he saw himself as foremost a mentor to her and how she should develop as a researcher; it was a vaguely professor-student relationship while he tried to impress his technique onto her. Now, however, Bella has not only proven herself on the same level of function, but has also proven herself to be a valuable asset to him in countless ways. When it boils down- Bella Sheridan is the only person that he actually trusts. Not to mention that she is one of the only people to appear willing to be there for him. One person left, of billions. One friend, of billions.

The Boss. Chang was possibly the only man that Bao-Wei answered to without question; though some assume this to have been simply power over him, in the end, it was the respect the doctor had long carried for Ye that had kept him so loyal. First of all, the Flying Dragons gave him a chance; secondly, they also gave him a purpose. There is no better position for a doctor than to be needed. Since the triad seemed to match his moral obligations and persuasions, it was a done deal that he stick by Ye's side as soon as he was brought into the fold. Bao-Wei saw Chang Ye as a brother, of sorts, which fits that station and his relationship to the man and his family.

When it comes to the Ye siblings, Bao-Wei was at one time their tutor, and remained connected to the two as 'Uncle'. His relationship with Liu was far more businesslike and normal than with Song, but he and the young man had a mutual respect; in regards to Song, he had always done his best to keep her appeased, but not bored, and even if she realized such, she very likely found the old Doctor still worth giving attention to. On a more universal level, Doctor Cong is a man they would have leveled with hypocrisy for should they enforce the Evolved station on the triad, and he is a trustworthy pillar within the Flying Dragons otherwise, as well as the closest thing either of them had to family after the death of their father. He handled Song's death with relative grace, but in the end she was always a child to him; that did not, however, stop him from removing her brain and some various parts before preparing her for burial. Well, actually, he kept all of her. Whoops. Liu's death was handled less gracefully, and it only served to toil up his ground and make him more brusque than ever. Overall, he did see them as the family he has never actually had- nor will have, at this stage. He misses them dearly and regrets not being a better guide, though only few may ever get that admission.

Enemies

Fuck you.

If there ever was an honest to goodness shit-list…

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Don't forget the Ghost Dragons and the Linderman Group. And the Institute. And Endgame. The Ferrymen. The Company. Messiah. Et cetera? :(

Others

In some ways, Bao-Wei trusts Hokuto; in other ways, he will always be wary of her. But for the most part, he sees her as a girl that both needs to learn to move forward and to have faith in the people around her. As with Logan, time will tell what happens outside of the dreamscape- but chances are that he will make an attempt to remain in her peripheral life. Perhaps he cares, perhaps he does not know he cares- or perhaps she is just a genuine curiosity. Just maybe it could be all of these.

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Two peas in a pod. So to speak. Gregor was like the irritating little brother that Bao-Wei never wanted.

Trivia and Notes:

He has medical conditions of his own. The obvious one is heterochromia. Another is a congenital disorder. He's not telling you what that is.Oops.

His clinic is semi-public and does serve the general populace, but it does have diverse and often ominous rumors that surround it. Sometimes they turn out to be true; for example, more than once someone has been seen going in and seemingly never coming back out. Contrary to rumor within the Triads, Bao-Wei's personal facilities are not located under his Chinatown clinic.

Bao-Wei has written published material for a few medical and science journals; more often than not they touch upon subjects that may seem morally loose, or preaching about how science needs to be less politically correct if it is to move in leaps and bounds; he has also experimented with and discussed pseudosciences due to his interest in the Evolved as a species, and the vast array of and possibility of abilities fitted to them.

He was in the military, and so is familiar with strategy and knows the fiery end of a gun, but his aim is horrible and much of his time in the service was spent as a technician of some kind.

Knows English, Mandarin, Cantonese, Indonesian, Thai, Vietnamese, Japanese, and Korean, as well as a conversational level of some others. This allows him to effectively communicate with most of his clientele.

In his spare time, he plays both the Pipa and the Guqin, but with only intermediate skill. It acts as a stress relief mechanism for the most part. Mahjong tends to be a similar mechanism for him.

While he's no master, Bao-Wei knows enough in terms of fighting styles and martial arts to be able to have many people underestimate him because of his stature; despite his appearance, he is as strong as an ox, and still quite flexible and agile. His hands with a weapon are more dangerous in a technical sense, but the man himself can pack a wallop.

He does do business with Triad contacts on behalf of them- if you have business with the criminal aspects in Chinatown, feel free to contact me. Just hope that he never has to meet you in order to get information out of you- he'd bring friends and a very clean syringe.

Bao-Wei had been enlisted to combat The Nightmare Man alongside some others; in this and otherwise, his chosen appearance in his own and others' dreams is that of a dragon, as well as an evolved version of such.